The host's words were cut off and everyone looked at the person.
That included Yan Sichen and ning Qing on the observation deck.
At the dark entrance, the man stood tall and straight.
As he walked, his appearance gradually became clear.
His facial features were well-defined, and his black eyes exuded a cold and determined light, which made people look at him in fear.
Nian lie stared at the host on the stage and said in a deep and magnetic voice, " a hundred million!
“……”
Upstairs, ning Qing's hand slowly loosened.
When he took off his gloves, his palm was already wet.
Yan Sichen pursed his lips and remained silent.
Someone immediately recognized the person.
"Isn't this Mr. Nian?"
Through the glass window, Nian lie stared at the ring, his large hands in his pockets clenched tightly.
When he turned around, the look in his eyes had changed.
"I'm sorry, everyone. I was delayed by something, so I'm late."
